Chapter 276 Nervous Jin Cheng
It is the eighth day of the 11th month, five days before the debate.
Zong Jincheng, who had been preparing for the debate for two days, had gradually gotten into the mood. He drank Laba porridge with a spoon while thinking about how to attack Qin Ye.
In history, few officials who succeeded in reforming the political system have left their names in history, while many who failed died miserably. The death of one person may not be a big deal, but what about the whole family? What about the nine clans?
Will Qin Ye care?
Zong Jincheng thought about it for two days and found that there was a disadvantage in beating Qin Ye: he didn't know Qin Ye very well.
Even though he had been clamoring to defeat Qin Ye for two years, he had never tried to get to know this man in depth.
He started learning at the age of three, and studied for six or seven years, skipping grades constantly and always getting first place. He was well-known throughout the academy and even the entire capital. He was arrogant, cold, arrogant and unkind, but at the same time very confident.
So when he took up the debate, he must have felt confident that if it were me, I would be able to succeed in the reform.
Zong Jincheng became angrier and angrier the more he thought about it. He hammered the table with one hand and said angrily, "Hmph, arrogant boy, do you think you can succeed?"
Pan Hongzhi was eating with him. The table suddenly shook, and he was so scared that his spoon fell to the ground. This little ancestor who had learned etiquette so poorly was talking to himself again.
"What's wrong Jincheng?"
Zong Jincheng said with a dark face: "Nothing, I was thinking about how to defeat Qin Ye."
"Oh, okay." Pan Hongzhi fell silent automatically.
When it comes to debate, he doesn't know the topic and can't help. He can only be a mute and wait for the debate competition in a few days.
It’s the fourth day of the countdown.
Zong Jincheng was still looking into the reasons for the failure of Wang Anshi's reform, and then he went to investigate his fate, only to find that he was deposed as prime minister for the second time and eventually became depressed and died of illness.
The little devil grumbled, "At sixty-five, he doesn't look like he was murdered... Then why did Shang Yang die so tragically?"
While muttering to himself, he searched out all the stories and life stories of historical figures involved in the Reform Movement and put them together to look for patterns and differences.
The key class gave him an independent space, where all the books were placed on a long table. Others stretched their heads to look from afar, but unfortunately they could not see anything.
Only people like Bu Yan, who have good hearing and eyesight, can hear the little devil muttering from time to time: "Was XX assassinated? It's not normal for XX to die of illness at such a young age?"
He rolled his eyes to the sky, thinking it would be better if he couldn't hear anything.
The young master has a very dark heart, wondering every day whether other people have died abnormally... That's all written in serious history books, do you think it's fabricated unofficial history?
On the third to last day.
In the early morning, Pan Hongzhi was once again awakened by the howling of the little devil. He covered his head with a quilt and silently recited a hundred times: "Three thousand six hundred taels, three thousand six hundred taels, three thousand six hundred taels..."
In addition to talking in his sleep that he wanted to crush Qin Ye, the little ancestor suddenly said in the morning: "We can't just attack Qin Ye, what if he attacks me?"
Zong Jincheng's debate habit has always been to attack instead of defend, using his own rhetoric to disrupt the opponent's logic, but what if Qin Ye is not disturbed by him? What if Qin Ye seizes on the shortcomings of his opponent and pursues him relentlessly?
The little devil suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
He got up, dressed hastily, and began to think about the advantages of keeping a low profile. Yes, that's right. Not accepting a mission is not because of cowardice, it can also be for the sake of a better attack. One must know how to judge the situation!
Zong Wenxiu and He Zheng were always the first to come to the study room to study. When they saw Zong Jincheng running over in a messy outfit to look for a book, they quickly stood up and asked, "Brother, what's the emergency? Aren't you having breakfast at this hour?"
"Jincheng, what book are you looking for? Do you want us to help you?"
“No, no,” the little devil refused while tiptoeing to pick up the book.
At this moment, a hand reached out from the side to help him take it down from the high place. He thought no one would say anything, and when he turned around, he saw Xu Wan.
Zong Jincheng was surprised and asked, "Mom? Why are you here?"
Xu Wan handed him the book and joked, "If I hadn't come, you wouldn't have to climb the ladder, right?"
"I can ask Buyan to help me," Zong Jincheng said with a smile, "Besides, I've grown a lot taller recently, so I can reach the upper shelf of the bookcase."
Xu Wan took his shoulder and pulled him out: "Go back and change clothes, wash up and eat first, I will read to you."
Zong Jincheng followed her and asked, "Isn't this considered cheating?"
"How can this be considered cheating? I can't read as fast as you can."
"Ah... you made it meaningless."
"Haha, why is it meaningless? Can't we improve the mother-son relationship?"
"Oh, this is still okay." The little devil frowned, trying hard not to laugh, but it was too difficult to hold back the laughter, and the happiness in his eyes could not be hidden at all.
The day before the game.
Zong Jincheng was fully prepared. He asked everyone to leave the room and rehearsed what he would say in the debate. Sometimes he spoke eloquently and with reason, sometimes he used both logic and emotion. He attached unprecedented importance to this debate competition.
Without saying...
He heard it again.
Not only did he know what the debate topic was, he also knew who the pros and cons were, and he also knew that his own arrogant young master... would be so nervous that he stuttered!
When the little devil was rehearsing, his brain got stuck several times and he said the wrong words. He even paused for a while before speaking. It was as if he was possessed by a stupid ghost.
Bu Yan swallowed his saliva and decided to keep the fact that he discovered the young master's secret because of his good hearing to himself. Otherwise, the young master would be so angry that he would kill him immediately to silence him and destroy the body.
The little devil stayed at home by himself. The more he practiced, the more nervous he became. In the end, he simply forgot the words. He was so scared that he quickly wrote down all the directions of the debate. He was afraid that he would be confronted by Qin Ye the whole time tomorrow, and then he would lose all his face.
He stayed in isolation like this for a whole day, stuttering at first, but later he spoke more and more fluently, his brain gradually returned to normal, and he kept encouraging himself to build up his confidence.
"Relax, he's just a little Qin Ye. He has never even participated in a debate. He is definitely not my opponent."
"Ahhhh, that's Qin Ye. He has always been number one... I have been chasing him for two years and still haven't caught up. Can I really beat him now?"
"Calm down, calm down. Zong Jincheng is a genius among geniuses, the god of literature, and a future second-rank official. I am the strongest! I am the most powerful! Invincible! I am not afraid of anyone!"